NINETY NINE

THIRD PERSON'S POV

Alexa fingers fumbled absentmindedly with the keys of the piano in Calan's room. She stared blankly at nothing in particular as she ran her fingers over the keys again and again while Calan sat by the other end going over some work on his MacBook.

He had somehow managed to block out the sound of the distorted piece Alexa was playing. It had been a few hours since they returned from dinner with Micheal and April, and Alexa seemed to have to been distracted by what ever thought she had been having.

She had been that way since she returned from the restroom with April, but she didn't seem sad or upset so he simply let the matter be.

'You think we did the right thing letting them go?'. He had asked Micheal when Alexa had left with April to the restroom. She had after all, told him that she believed April was mad at her, and they both knew how April could be from time to time.

'Yeah. They obviously need to talk things out'. Micheal had replied.

'That's not what